Zeke's POV
Sitting in my study, surrounded by so much work but my mind was occupied with Ellen. How the hell did she get into my bed? Did I really call that bitch? Was I that wasted?
My mind swirled with the possibilities of what could have happened to me that led to Ellen getting into my room.
Where was my security? Was no one with some fucking sense around?
I immediately dialed Andrew and after a few rings, he picked up. "Mr Reid." He called.
"Who the hell was on duty in my house last night?" I asked, trying so hard to keep my anger under check.
"I am sorry Sir, but they were men from the Elite B division," Andrew responded.
Fuck! I cursed.
If that bitch was able to deceive the security details from the B division, that means for the home security, only the A division could be relied on to protect the home.